Aurora Tazz - {Capitol}

I'm about 5'4" with long, slender legs. Taking up just over half my body, my legs are perfectly hairless. As are my arms, because I have had them waxed to perfection. I've checked countless times but, other than the top of my head, there is no hair on my body. I have creamy, goldish skin. It's only, maybe, a tint more gold than normal peach skin so, not much of a difference but it is noticeable if you look close enough. I have my fingernails painted bright gold all the time, doing them over every second night, with white crystal stickers in the shapes of stars placed in the middle.

I take about half an hour every morning just curling my deep, golden locks. Still, by the end of the day it usually get's straighter. Carefully parting it far over my left eye and turning my long, side bangs over the outer edge of my right eye. Slowly gathering into a few giant ringlettes around my waist, my wavy hair, has some hidden ringlettes and curls somewhere in it. I let large groups of curls drop over my shoulders and curve inwards, under my chest, making my chest appear slightly more curved.

My eyelashes are dyed incredibly black, creating shadows in my eyes, giving me, in my eyes, an adventurous look. My eyelashes, every morning, are carefully curled. I have wide, curious eyes that are a brilliant shade of blue, grey circles around my pupil, making them look bigger and more childish. My eyebrows are a shade darker into brozne and arched over my eyes.

Sadly, I'm narcoleptic and suffer because of it. Well, not really suffer but, I can't do all the things I wish I could. I'm usually off on the sidelines than actually playing. I don't usually tell people I'm narcoleptic because, first off, I'm a bit embarassed about it. Second, I don't want people worrying over me. Not that someone worrying about me is a bad thing.

I'm told I'm very curious. I have noticed it in myself, sometimes but, not as much as people say they notice it. What's wrong with wanting to know about something. I'm not insatiably curious, either. I'm also sometimes told I'm out-going and accept anyone for who they are, unless they give me a reason not to.

I love adventures. I like reading fictional stories about far off lands, worlds and even different dimensions and time zones. The strong, brave hero and the weak, special princess or heroine. They always end up together. I've always liked to model myself as a special heroine. I sometimes try to look like I'm doing something important or I try to look stunning or like I'm actually a heroine. But, unlike an actual heroine, I don't usually think things through. I'm also stubborn and emotional. I like things to go my way, and I'll do what I can do achieve it. I consider myself emotional because sometimes I'll be really happy and the next moment I'll act like a cowardly dog. Angry, to excited.

My favorite colors are pink and blue. They just really apeal to me. My favorite animal is a rabbit. I always see them eating flowers, my favorite kind being bleeding hearts. Such a strange, beautiful little thing. Some of my pet peeves are when people tell me I'm short, treat me like a kid, smoke infront of me, screaming for no good reason and of course, my being narcoleptic.

Living with parents who only care for money really doesn't help. They were stinking rich when I was a kid and are now freakishly wealthy still. They were always away on a buisness trip or something, never both being home with me at the same time. And if they did visit, it was for a day or so. I've always had a giant house all to myself with maids scattered here and there. I think that because I never really had parents, I never got to ask questions about this and that, leading me to be a curious girl, now.

I never quite had a big social life. Keeping to a few people, I wanted what I couldn't have. Adventure. I usually never got that though. But, at home it was most dangerous. I don't usually invite people over so, maids have to watch over me constantly. When I do have friends around, I try to calm myself, scared they might worry.

When I was younger, I liked to move my room to new places in the mansion, seeing what it was like, out of curiosity. The cellar, the kitchen, the attic, my parents room, the bathroom. But, I would always end up back in my own room before the night was out. I would get worked up and, before you knew it, I would fall asleep and I would be brought to my empty room.

If I was ever lost, the maids would always find me out in the garden. Usually either sleeping over a hedge or just on the ground, sleeping, out of my dying need for adventure. Sometimes, though, I would be sitting, looking at the trees or picking apples for the maids.

To this day, I'm training to be a stylist. I notice people dressing horribly wrong and I want to make a change to that. If that means taking over the world, I'll do it. Most of my friends are people in my stylist training but, a few of them are people I've known all my life. Only these few know about my secret. Being narcoleptic. Anyways, my current dream in life is to become the number one demanded for stylist in all of Panem. It seems like a big dream to have but, as my maids told me, the sky is the limit.